Requested: YOUtub3rz_4_3t3rnity
Prompt: N/a
Info: Kurt kelly x male reader (sort of angst?)

Where kurt is bullying the reader and the reader just brushes it off by smiling his way through it but inside he's in deep pain.. And one day it triggered the reader. So he decided to jump of a bridge.(but lived) and this went through the school making kurt feel guilt and saying sorry to the reader a bunch of times?

Idk what im doing😥😥

Srry if its long or somethin.. U can change it if you want😓😓
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"(Y/n) (L/n) took a belly flop off old mail bridge last night, holding a suicide note." Ram snicks, making me go pale.

"Oh my god... is he dead?" I ask, my body suddenly feeling tense and hot with guilt.

"Just some broken bones." He huffs, as if it's no big deal. "Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.."

I push myself up from the table and run out of the cafeteria, ignoring the many calls of protests. I blow open the doors of the school, running to the parking lot and to my car, driving as fast as I can to the hospital.

I get out of the car and lock it before running to the door, pushing them open and quickly walking to the front desk.

"Hey- I'm looking for (Y/n) (L/n)?" I state, but it turns more into a question.

"Sure. Room 331." (3 Heathers, 3 Deaths, 1 Attempted Suicides)

I nod a thank you and run to find the room. I do and find the door open. Inside, sits a boy with a cast around both arms and I could feel the sadness from outside the door.

Something that wasn't there before.

I knock on the metal door post and see him jump and squirm into the corner of the bed, obviously afraid.

His (H/c) hair sat, unmade and unbrushed, just above this eyes, which were bare and empty. For the first time I noticed how thin he was. You could notice his cheek bones and his collar bone, sticking out from the milky yet pale skin.

"If you can here to make fun of me... just leave... or make me overdose with the pain meds, and then leave.. put me out of my fucking misery..." he sniffs, shakes his head to get his hair of out his face.

"No actually... I didn't.. I came to tell you I'm sorry.." I say softly.

"Your... sorry?" He asks, his voice harsh. "Your a bit too late Incase you haven't noticed."

"I-I know.. but-"

"But what? You've tormented me since 8th grade and when I finally decide to off myself, then your sorry?" He asks again, his eyes narrowing and then scoffing.

"I know this isn't right.. nothing if I've ever done to you has ever been right.. and I just started to realize that a couple days before today... I was actually planning on talking to you about it today,no really wanted to apologize.." I explain, hoping to get through to him, knowing it most likely won't happen.

"Whatever.."

"Dammit (Y/n)! I mean it!" I exclaim, tears brimming in my eyes. "You don't have to accept it... I just want you to not brush it off like it means nothing.."

I felt embarrassed.

Something that wasn't there before.

"I realized that the reason I've been tormenting you for so long... is because... I'm gay.. and I'm the star quarterback for God's sake! How am I supposed to come out and it be ok?.. I just... kept it inside so long it fucked me up long enough that I thought taking it out on others... would be best." I sigh, sliding down the wall and putting my head in my hands. I pick them up and notice him looking at me with...

Sympathy..?

"I'm gay too. If that makes you feel better at all.." he says, almost a whisper.

I nod, knowing that he's probably the only one who understand what I'm going through, and I pushed him to suicidal tendencies.

"I'm sorry (Y/n)... I'm so so sorry.." I cry, tears falling down my face. "I feel so bad I just-"

And all of a sudden I felt lips on mine.

Something that wasn't there before.

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Cuteeeeee

Tomorrow is Gender Bent Heather Chandler one shot so have fun~

Also- I thought I should let you guys know I'm ahead of schedule by a day so yea.

Laterz

~~Griffon~~